As the authors go on with their pointless talk.
We wonder if they'll write a story or just walk.
Away from the world which was to never be...
A world of imagination and possibilities!
Endless, like the broad seas.
Yet tiny like the puddles we see.
Giant, like the endless skies.
Yet tiny like a frog looking at skies.
The authors talk and wonder what to do.
"Maybe we can make a story like the books we've been through?"
One of them utters, history knows not who...
"That's a good idea, let the chaos ensue !"
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A system lain out full of infinite power.
A soul created with the worlds arrogance and valor...
A end which suits it not...
A future lain with bloodshed and distraught...
What is out on this stories edge.
What possibilities do we lose by starting out like this instead?